Failure of a hunt.

Tension ripped threw the surroundings like a hot knife. Hala rose up, grabbing that of her chew toy of a bone, moving away just slightly, aware that Stephen had made an appearance. Someone she didn't want to deal with right now. He could ruin an alliance forming between her and Blackfoot. And how fucking dare he?

"Oh darling," he stated quickly. If words were venom you'd taste it on your tongue with what he was about to say. "we are of one. But we are few." A sly smirk crossing the lips. "Hala has problems, you see." Twisted laughter. "More problems than you and I could count."

Hala shook her skull, trying to get to the front and claim control of herself once again. Her own voice broke forth in a gasp, but it was fluid. "So- sorr- sorry. Hala is sor-sorry" She whined slightly, as if battling with herself and those around her and within her.

Hala Indigo